I am getting quite emotional. Probably mainly because I have been out in Glasgow today but also because it is Fathers Day and I miss him so much. My wonderful Dad took me to Ibrox when I was 13 or 14. I wish I could remember exactly! I used to watch football on TV with him and begged him to take me to Ibrox with him time and time again. He was reluctant to take me because it really was a man's pursuit in those days but he capitulated eventually, finding it hard to say "no" to his daughters. I remember we played Hearts and I think we may have lost but I was immediately entranced and captivated by the whole experience. I dreamt, what seemed like all night, about the spectacle of the pitch with the floodlights on it, the crowd, the atmosphere, the excitement and was hooked for ever. To this day, Rangers remain one of the great loves of my life